[Lil Tracy]
Ragu
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Lil Tracy & BandManFari]
I was so broke, I had to fix that (I had to fix that)
All my bitches fresh, I call 'em Tic Tacs (I call 'em Tic Tacs)
I just want some head, I'm on fitted cap (Damn, damn)
Talkin' 'bout that bread, I ain't sharin' that (Nah) (Yuh)
[BandManFari]
You just like a running back
Damn, racin' to that check, I need a hunnid racks (I need a hunnid racks)
And baby girl, she came for sex, but I'm not into that (Nah)
I'm talkin' honest, big gleezy, it got kickback
[Lil Tracy & BandManFari]
I was so broke, I had to fix that (I had to fix that)
All my bitches fresh, I call 'em Tic Tacs (I call 'em Tic Tacs)
I just want some head, I'm on fitted cap (Damn, damn)
Talkin' 'bout that bread, I ain't sharin' that (Nah) (Yeah, yeah)
[Lil Tracy]
I'm rockin' Saint Laurent, my bitch is speaking French
Black Vans, black Timbs
I'm ballin' out, hangin' off the rim (Ballin')
She callin' now, bitch I'm with your friends
My diamonds wet, everywhere I go I keep a life guard
Just in case I drown (Just in case I drown)
If you my brother, I'm forever gon' be down (My brother, my brother)
Stay 10 toes, 'cause my brother in the ground (Yeah)
[Lil Tracy & BandManFari]
I was so broke, I had to fix that (I had to fix that)
All my bitches fresh, I call 'em Tic Tacs (I call 'em Tic Tacs)
I just want some head, I'm on fitted cap (Damn, damn)
Talkin' 'bout that bread, I ain't sharin' that (Nah)
[BandManFari]
You just like a running back
Damn, racin' to that check, I need a hunnid racks (I need a hunnid racks)
And baby girl, she came for sex, but I'm not into that (Nah)
I'm talkin' honest, big gleezy, it got kickback
[Lil Candy Paint]
To my brother, please be careful, they got kickback
Whoa, don't move, they gon' pop him, like a Tic Tac
These [?] twins, and some bitches, I'm gon' hit that
You a bitch, don't give no fuss, gon' push your wig back
Talkin' left, talkin' shit, they don't like that
Diamonds on my face like Christmas, I'm the light man (Big facts)
Step out fresh, every time, like a white man
Pull up shootin' shit, hop out in a minivan
In New York, smokin' sour, got it from the land (No cap)
Hit the bank, that's my favorite place, don't need no friends (No cap)
In New York, smokin' sour, got it from the land
Hit the bank, that's my favorite place, don't need no friends
